"Who is the 'it' that woman was talking about?" Fang Zhiyi asked as they traveled through the transit channel.
Little Hei replied in a muffled voice, "It's the one we offended before..."
"Stop, stop, stop. It was you. You offended it."
"Is there a difference?"
"I guess not..."
Little Hei continued, "The people I selected seem to have had some friction with it too... It looks like it's specifically hunting for us."
Its speed slowed down, as if it was pondering a problem.
Inadvertently, Fang Zhiyi noticed a massive dark shadow abruptly appear within the transit channel, crashing straight toward Little Hei.
"Hey!" Just as Fang Zhiyi shouted, his vision blurred.
Little Hei was clearly caught off guard as well. Once it reacted, its body immediately manifested several tentacles, smashing toward the black monster that attacked them. However, the opponent seemed very familiar with Little Hei's attack patterns and similarly manifested several tentacles to block.
The collision of the two behemoths made Fang Zhiyi feel as though his very soul was about to shatter. Suddenly, Little Hei wrapped around him and dashed toward a channel exit.
When he opened his eyes again, Fang Zhiyi hurriedly sat up and checked his body.
"Holy crap, what was that thing!"
Little Hei was currently mimicking Fang Zhiyi, stroking its chin. "Do you even have to ask? It was definitely that thing..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at its contemplative expression and laughed. "But speaking of which, the two of you must come from the same origin. Neither of you could break the other's moves."
Surprisingly, Little Hei didn't play along with the joke. Instead, it shook its head and said, "It is much stronger than I imagined... If I hadn't fled just now... we might have been finished."
"It's rare to see a time when you aren't being stubborn."
Little Hei didn't speak further, but instead transmitted the plot of this world to Fang Zhiyi.
The Original Host was a low-level disciple of a cultivation sect. With mediocre aptitude and an honest nature, he was frequently bullied by many disciples of the Thousand Spirits Sect. Yet, he never complained and simply did his daily chores.
During an unexpected incident, the Original Host was swept into a conflict between inner sect disciples and demonic cultivators. Through a twist of fate, he obtained a ten-thousand-year-old spirit herb. Relying on this spirit herb, the Original Host's cultivation level surged significantly.
However, in the eyes of several of the sect's prodigies, his fortuitous encounter was seen as stealing what rightfully belonged to them. Because of this, they insinuated that the Original Host had stolen the spirit herb while they were clashing with the demonic cultivators. The Original Host's reputation was completely ruined, and some even suspected him of colluding with the demonic cultivators.
The Original Host had no way to defend himself, as he was naturally clumsy with words. But an opportunity to prove his innocence soon arrived. The Demon Venerable Ning Xiaoyao erupted into conflict with the Thousand Spirits Sect after a failed courtship. Since ancient times, fighting against demonic cultivators had been the duty of the righteous path.
After the outbreak of this war between good and evil, Fang Zhiyi threw himself to the absolute front lines without hesitation to prove that he wasn't the "traitor" others claimed him to be. Unfortunately, his abilities were woefully inadequate. When the mighty experts clashed, a minor character like Fang Zhiyi was simply sent spinning by the powerful shockwaves.
Fortunately, a senior sister suggested a plan: they could launch an attack on the demonic cultivators' headquarters through a secret passage. Fang Zhiyi readily agreed. Taking advantage of the fact that a large number of demonic cultivators were engaged with the righteous path, their small group stealthily infiltrated through that secret passage. The disciples were entirely consumed by their desire to achieve merit, giving absolutely no thought to their own actual strength.
They underestimated Ning Xiaoyao's meticulousness. Halfway through their infiltration, an ambush by demonic cultivators caught them completely off guard. Fang Zhiyi, desperate to prove himself, stepped forward without hesitation to block the demonic cultivators' advance, buying time for his senior brothers and sisters to escape.
Seeing that they had all fled, Fang Zhiyi also wanted to retreat. He knew exactly what his own capabilities were.
However, shortly after he followed them, the demonic cultivators caught up from behind. Then, something Fang Zhiyi never expected happened: his senior sister suddenly struck out and broke his leg.
"You're useless anyway, so help us delay them a bit longer!"
No one looked back at him.
Fang Zhiyi became a captive of the demonic cultivators. They didn't kill him; instead, they imprisoned him within a specially constructed spirit-trapping array, torturing him with all sorts of cruel methods. The demonic cultivators naturally knew that a lowly grunt like Fang Zhiyi held no value; torturing him was purely for their own amusement.
Fang Zhiyi's mind teetered on the brink of collapse.
He thought he would either go mad or die, but fate seemed to show him mercy. Just as he was nearing the breaking point, massive explosions echoed from outside.
The second battle between good and evil had begun. It appeared the righteous path had gained the upper hand, actually pushing all the way into the demonic cultivators' heartland.
Seizing this opportunity, Fang Zhiyi escaped from his accidentally destroyed prison. Stumbling and enduring countless hardships, he made his way back in the direction of his sect.
Yet, he never imagined that after struggling so hard to escape and return, he would be apprehended by the law enforcement disciples. They interrogated him, demanding to know why he had betrayed the sect and joined the demonic path. Fang Zhiyi listened in utter bewilderment.
"Stop pretending! Senior Sister Sun and Senior Sister Gao, who went with you, have already told us everything. You deliberately lured the demonic cultivators to try and capture them alive. It's a good thing they were sharp enough to escape!"
Fang Zhiyi had no way to clear his name. After enduring severe torture, he was thrown into his own sect's dungeon.
He wanted to cry but had no tears left.
No one came to see him. The Thousand Spirits Sect wanted him to rot away on his own.
That was until Eldest Senior Sister Xu Ruolin appeared. Not only did she bring Fang Zhiyi secret medicine to heal his wounds, but she also spoke to him gently. Little did he know, this was just another deception.
One night, Xu Ruolin rescued him and took the risk of sneaking him out of the Thousand Spirits Sect. From that moment on, Fang Zhiyi became utterly devoted to this Eldest Senior Sister. Whatever Xu Ruolin asked him to do, he did without the slightest hesitation.
The Eldest Senior Sister treated him very well. She not only gave him various precious secret medicines to nourish his spirit root but even taught him secret manuals that only inner disciples were allowed to learn. Whenever she discovered a secret realm, she would take him there immediately.
Fang Zhiyi didn't know why she treated him so well, but his heart was filled with gratitude.
When Xu Ruolin asked him to accompany her to save someone, Fang Zhiyi did not hesitate. However, after breaking through numerous restrictions and finally reaching that frigid place, there wasn't a single person in sight.
There was only a sword thrust into the ground.
Fang Zhiyi recognized that sword. It was the sword of the Demon Venerable, Ning Xiaoyao.
Xu Ruolin urgently urged him to pull out the sword. After a brief moment of hesitation, Fang Zhiyi complied.
Under Xu Ruolin's urging, he walked to the center of the array and grasped the sword planted in the middle.
At that exact moment, he felt something surge out from the sword. Then, an indescribable agony nearly tore his soul apart. It was another soul forcing its way into his body!
"Yes, this is it! This is it! This body is exactly what I wanted!" The sudden, maniacal laughter almost pierced Fang Zhiyi's eardrums. He looked in terror at Xu Ruolin outside the array, only to see her eyes brimming with love.
That was the last sight he ever saw.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
